Dark Moments
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alt="Oxygen Sceptic by Chris McGrane"
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Oxygen Sceptic by Chris McGrane
“Scientists and the lame-stream media don’t want you to know this, but humans can live without oxygen.” “We’ve been brainwashed into thinking we need it, so Big Pharma can sell...
Oxygen Sceptic by Chris McGrane
“Scientists and the lame-stream media don’t want you to know this, but humans can live without oxygen.” “We’ve been brainwashed into thinking we need it, so Big Pharma can sell...
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alt="Lawnmower Surfin’, USA by Scott O'Neill"
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Lawnmower Surfin’, USA by Scott O'Neill
The TurfPredator 9000 riding lawnmower stalled out against the trailer park’s lone palm tree, most of a six-pack wedging its accelerator down. A grisly trail of mulched Florida man glistened...
Lawnmower Surfin’, USA by Scott O'Neill
The TurfPredator 9000 riding lawnmower stalled out against the trailer park’s lone palm tree, most of a six-pack wedging its accelerator down. A grisly trail of mulched Florida man glistened...
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alt="Hello There! by Odi Welter"
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Hello There! by Odi Welter
Welcome to Hell! Can I just get your name and method of death? You weren’t aware you were dead? I’m sorry you had to find out this way, but I...
Hello There! by Odi Welter
Welcome to Hell! Can I just get your name and method of death? You weren’t aware you were dead? I’m sorry you had to find out this way, but I...
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alt="Fin Friends Petting Zoo by Don Money"
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Fin Friends Petting Zoo by Don Money
The idea, the man at the bank said, was a terrible one. Wesley didn’t appreciate the lack of vision the loan officer saw in his project. People loved farm petting...
Fin Friends Petting Zoo by Don Money
The idea, the man at the bank said, was a terrible one. Wesley didn’t appreciate the lack of vision the loan officer saw in his project. People loved farm petting...
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alt="The Measure of a Man is What He Does When Drunk by Paul Lewthwaite"
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The Measure of a Man is What He Does When Drunk...
“I’m more of a man than you!” Eddie said, slurring his words. Mike dropped his bottle of moonshine. “C’mon then, prove it. Grab that chainsaw, or are you chicken?” Eddie...
The Measure of a Man is What He Does When Drunk...
“I’m more of a man than you!” Eddie said, slurring his words. Mike dropped his bottle of moonshine. “C’mon then, prove it. Grab that chainsaw, or are you chicken?” Eddie...
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alt="Don’t Feed the Bears by Zack Zagranis"
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Don’t Feed the Bears by Zack Zagranis
Jason winced as he ripped off his shirt and wound it around the bloody stump that used to be his right hand. Don’t feed the bears. He had always thought...
Don’t Feed the Bears by Zack Zagranis
Jason winced as he ripped off his shirt and wound it around the bloody stump that used to be his right hand. Don’t feed the bears. He had always thought...
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alt="A Friday Night in Texas by Matt Krizan"
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A Friday Night in Texas by Matt Krizan
Darren ambled along the driveway toward the old, run-down farmhouse. From the branches of a nearby tree, chains dangled, meat hooks at the end clinking in the breeze. “What odd...
A Friday Night in Texas by Matt Krizan
Darren ambled along the driveway toward the old, run-down farmhouse. From the branches of a nearby tree, chains dangled, meat hooks at the end clinking in the breeze. “What odd...
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alt="Sparks by Sean MacKendrick"
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Sparks by Sean MacKendrick
Drifting flickers of lights greeted the campers as dusk settled over them. The tiny fireflies pulsed and danced through the air like sparks from the small campfire. Or like the...
Sparks by Sean MacKendrick
Drifting flickers of lights greeted the campers as dusk settled over them. The tiny fireflies pulsed and danced through the air like sparks from the small campfire. Or like the...
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alt="A Forest Lich by Coby Rosser"
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A Forest Lich by Coby Rosser
Sounds emanate from just beyond the thicket of trees enveloping the clearing on which your campsite rests. You hear those noises. Twigs snapping. Ululations of nocturnal creatures. Wind rustling leaves....
A Forest Lich by Coby Rosser
Sounds emanate from just beyond the thicket of trees enveloping the clearing on which your campsite rests. You hear those noises. Twigs snapping. Ululations of nocturnal creatures. Wind rustling leaves....
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alt="Chattering Teeth by Tim Tobin"
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Chattering Teeth by Tim Tobin
The desert sun burns my skin even as my teeth chatter. Life drips from the two bullet holes while the shadows of death sail across the sun, swoop on thermals...
Chattering Teeth by Tim Tobin
The desert sun burns my skin even as my teeth chatter. Life drips from the two bullet holes while the shadows of death sail across the sun, swoop on thermals...
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alt="The Hike by Leigh Kenny"
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The Hike by Leigh Kenny
The hike was gruelling, the woods unforgiving. Jessie huffed and grumbled as she walked. She’d started complaining early into the trek. Conor rolled his eyes, tired of her already. “At...
The Hike by Leigh Kenny
The hike was gruelling, the woods unforgiving. Jessie huffed and grumbled as she walked. She’d started complaining early into the trek. Conor rolled his eyes, tired of her already. “At...
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alt="She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not by C.L. Sidell"
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She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not by C.L. Sidell
I recite the phrase while plucking the dandelion’s petals, one by one. “What are you doing?” Chandra asks, reaching for a wine glass. It’s a lovely day for picnicking—birds tweeting...
She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not by C.L. Sidell
I recite the phrase while plucking the dandelion’s petals, one by one. “What are you doing?” Chandra asks, reaching for a wine glass. It’s a lovely day for picnicking—birds tweeting...